Showering Tears

Billy Linton found himself drenched in his warrior fatigues that could use a trip to the fluff/fold that his naïve bride used back home. Instead, the young freedom fighter was fulfilling orders from those in charge to guard something that seemed important at the time. Feeling depressed and lonely the growing adult who only a few months ago celebrated a day that would be remembered for the rest of his life started an emotional reflection to when he exchanged vows with Miss Toni Ellie Killan. Recounting this memorable vision proved his inner soul devotion during the tension filled combative weather storm where anything could develop forever changing life’s plans.

They were a pair admired by some and for others jealous immaturity occasionally surfaced. Billy Linton, the athlete played a game, and she cheered in high school. Then war started granting the boy direction along with a nice work uniform. How he missed her trusting committed attitude in the dark where he patrolled trying not to be spooked protecting his country’s flag.

As God’s anger could be heard above the electrical lightning gesture, flashed for a second, showing the path to be taken. Billy forged on not knowing what was next in his story.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, turning around Billy noticed it was not thunder while another blast engulfed the area in flames. He did not feel a thing only a warming tinge that could turn into a burning sensation or cooling relief filled with forgiveness.

Only a few hours later the military boss was woken by a phone ringing, outside he could hear the showers pelting down, sounding in the same way bullets shell their target. News informed the decision maker about the attack where the newspaper’s projected trouble.

Remorseful and sorry the brass wearing leader reflected upon the strategy, “why did I send someone to patrol that area? That was the wrong decision.”

“I understand,” he softly spoke disturbing his wife’s sleep before she inquired,

“What happened dear?”

“We lost one of our guards in an explosion.”

An all-girls Friday Night out made Mrs. Toni Ellie Linton collapse on the bed after turning the television channel to where the “Flingo” broadcast aired. Fighting off the drunken characteristics she pulled out the ticket which she donated General George Washington thinking local education benefitted. This charity act granted her the opportunity to select the same numerical serial combination that Mr. Billy Linton’s dog tag had inscribed in metal. When the balls lined up in a peaceful manner her bleary eyes concluded, “shoot, my number did not come up again.”

Using the pillow as a security blanket she could hear the water pour in the same way a toddler screams ‘I do not want to be here; I want to go home.’ Not realizing the almighty was sending the message a mistake was made and her husband was taken transitioning Mrs. Toni Linton from a newlywed bride to widow in an instant.